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Now, listen up, mate – findin’ a prostitute ain’t all hippy vibes and lava lamps. Back in the ‘60s, Soho was the spot, yeah? Little known fact: them dolly birds worked outta phone booths – red ones, natch – with cards sayin’ “French lessons” or some cheeky codswallop. Made me chuckle, that did! “I listen. That’s my job,” says Wiesler in the flick, but me? I’m peepin’ at prossies, tryin’ not to get nicked by the fuzz.

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The neighborhoods are like separate personalities. You got Old Dickson, where history clings to every brick. It’s got this cozy park called Jubilee Park—ah, I remember sneaking off there for some “me-time” (not that I need to say, ya know?) and observing the local lovebirds and secret glances. Then there’s the artsy part, the Riverside District. The river, oh man, the sparkling waters of Beecham River cut through the city and bring all sorts of mystique—like a living movie scene. Picture this: dark waters under soft streetlights. “Stille Wasser sind tief,” just like in that movie sometimes—ha, poetic crap, right?

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